Post by tibbs on Sept 2, 2005 14:39:14 GMT -5
[Fade In]
Open scene to the private locker room of the new VWA Insurance Policy Ron Tibbs. An armed guard stands outside the door to ensure a maniacal Eric Hardcastle doesn't try to get any cheap shots on his opponent before their match on Sunday. Sitting on the lone bench in the room is the man himself.
“Confusion...” He breathes the word. “What an interesting choice of words. Eric Hardcastle, the man, the myth, the … should I say it? Boy, I have beaten the so-called best. I have beaten them all. Hell, admit it or not, I even beat you last Sunday when I gave you the Reality Check of your life. That’s what I do; I beat people. You say that you win, but not when you’re in the ring with me. You say you can eliminate Saint and Bailey, I'm here to prove that you can't.” Flexes “I am the shooting star of the VWA for my unbelievable rise through the ranks. You speak as though I have no chance, that you'll even remove me from the scene.”
Tibbs contemplates his words.
“Tell me again…who is confused?”
He stands to his full six-foot two height, unfolding the black cloth lying on the bench beside him.
“Hardcastle, I don’t have to beat you, you have to beat me. I win even if I put you out of your misery and get disqualified. Some may see that as an advantage, or an unfair edge. We’ve had opponents who never really cared about a match unless their was a title on the line, but I’ve never followed that philosophy. Every time I’ve stepped into that ring, title-shot or not, I’ve given it my all. No one man can beat me, and no one man will ever beat me.”
“I have always been a fighter, Hardcastle. Every match has been the most important match of my career… of my life. Even if I didn’t have and advantage, I would still win this match. You see Eric, as I’ve said before, you’ve already lost.”
“You won’t admit it; you can’t. Though you may deceive yourself, you certainly aren’t fooling me. You see Hardcastle; this isn’t about winning the match, or making new friends and alliances. What would I do with it anyhow? This is strictly business, and you are my first order of that business proposition...My only question going into this match is...Why do you continue to fight when you have no chance?”
A moment of thought while he drapes the long, dark trench coat over his shoulders.
“Ah, I think I understand. You found something else to fight for; something to live for. Bailey was your reason for coming this far, but now I am your reason for quitting. I’m the support group to help you give up on your obsession for revenge. Your open chance at revenge was blocked and you don’t know what to do about it. Is that why you attacked me on Slam? Now, when you find out that I've been hired as protection you’re infuriated. You can’t help but be perplexed by this unplanned event because your planned vengance that so eludes you continues to slip away.”
“Well Eric, maybe this time you can get it right. Maybe, if you keep telling yourself that you can win, then you really can. You’ve been psyching yourself up for this for a week now. You’ve been telling yourself that I'm a minor obstacle. You attacked me in the back hoping to catch me slipping, waiting for me to falter. Looking for my Achilles heel; but you failed. So, you think you’re ready now? Is that why you pout like a scorned child when you can't get the job done? You make yourself believe you are ready when everyone else knows that you aren't.”
Places hands on hips while shaking his head.
“You poor baby. I sympathize, I really do. Flexes again. However, I still have a job to do, and that does not involve getting taken out by you. My job is to beat you Hardcastle. Unmercifully. Whether by pinfall, making you tap out, or sending you to the hospital, it is my mission to win. It’s just what I do boy; and nobody does it better… Just ask your peers.”
Slides black trenchcoat on over his massive shoulders.
“Nightfall. Soon, our song will play, and we’ll dance once again. Will it be the last time? Shrugs Probably. However, the result this time, will be the result next time, which will be the result last time. You are a winner Hardcastle, I'll give you that; but I just do it so much better than you.”
“Playtime’s over bitch, time to wrestle The Man.”
[Fade Out]
Open scene to the private locker room of the new VWA Insurance Policy Ron Tibbs. An armed guard stands outside the door to ensure a maniacal Eric Hardcastle doesn't try to get any cheap shots on his opponent before their match on Sunday. Sitting on the lone bench in the room is the man himself.
“Confusion...” He breathes the word. “What an interesting choice of words. Eric Hardcastle, the man, the myth, the … should I say it? Boy, I have beaten the so-called best. I have beaten them all. Hell, admit it or not, I even beat you last Sunday when I gave you the Reality Check of your life. That’s what I do; I beat people. You say that you win, but not when you’re in the ring with me. You say you can eliminate Saint and Bailey, I'm here to prove that you can't.” Flexes “I am the shooting star of the VWA for my unbelievable rise through the ranks. You speak as though I have no chance, that you'll even remove me from the scene.”
Tibbs contemplates his words.
“Tell me again…who is confused?”
He stands to his full six-foot two height, unfolding the black cloth lying on the bench beside him.
“Hardcastle, I don’t have to beat you, you have to beat me. I win even if I put you out of your misery and get disqualified. Some may see that as an advantage, or an unfair edge. We’ve had opponents who never really cared about a match unless their was a title on the line, but I’ve never followed that philosophy. Every time I’ve stepped into that ring, title-shot or not, I’ve given it my all. No one man can beat me, and no one man will ever beat me.”
“I have always been a fighter, Hardcastle. Every match has been the most important match of my career… of my life. Even if I didn’t have and advantage, I would still win this match. You see Eric, as I’ve said before, you’ve already lost.”
“You won’t admit it; you can’t. Though you may deceive yourself, you certainly aren’t fooling me. You see Hardcastle; this isn’t about winning the match, or making new friends and alliances. What would I do with it anyhow? This is strictly business, and you are my first order of that business proposition...My only question going into this match is...Why do you continue to fight when you have no chance?”
A moment of thought while he drapes the long, dark trench coat over his shoulders.
“Ah, I think I understand. You found something else to fight for; something to live for. Bailey was your reason for coming this far, but now I am your reason for quitting. I’m the support group to help you give up on your obsession for revenge. Your open chance at revenge was blocked and you don’t know what to do about it. Is that why you attacked me on Slam? Now, when you find out that I've been hired as protection you’re infuriated. You can’t help but be perplexed by this unplanned event because your planned vengance that so eludes you continues to slip away.”
“Well Eric, maybe this time you can get it right. Maybe, if you keep telling yourself that you can win, then you really can. You’ve been psyching yourself up for this for a week now. You’ve been telling yourself that I'm a minor obstacle. You attacked me in the back hoping to catch me slipping, waiting for me to falter. Looking for my Achilles heel; but you failed. So, you think you’re ready now? Is that why you pout like a scorned child when you can't get the job done? You make yourself believe you are ready when everyone else knows that you aren't.”
Places hands on hips while shaking his head.
“You poor baby. I sympathize, I really do. Flexes again. However, I still have a job to do, and that does not involve getting taken out by you. My job is to beat you Hardcastle. Unmercifully. Whether by pinfall, making you tap out, or sending you to the hospital, it is my mission to win. It’s just what I do boy; and nobody does it better… Just ask your peers.”
Slides black trenchcoat on over his massive shoulders.
“Nightfall. Soon, our song will play, and we’ll dance once again. Will it be the last time? Shrugs Probably. However, the result this time, will be the result next time, which will be the result last time. You are a winner Hardcastle, I'll give you that; but I just do it so much better than you.”
“Playtime’s over bitch, time to wrestle The Man.”
[Fade Out]
